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[incaenstrix]

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[inkindled]

They're Orlesian. They're fairly massive--they look like they've been flayed, right, like they've not got any fur or skin or anything, just what's underneath all that--the meat--all out in the open. And they're colored like that as well, like meat colored. And then they've got this nasty little beak, like a bird--and then they've got these massive spikey quills on their back.

It's as I said. Nasty.

[incaenstrix]

Okay, well - you can have that rank.

[inkindled]

[He laughs.]

What--d'you think I'm that hideous!

[incaenstrix]

No, no!

[ Oh no. Even though he's laughing, she doesn't want to offend him by accident, or leave him wondering later if she meant something unkind. ]

You're very nice-looking.

[inkindled]

Liar! You think I look like a gigantic flayed nug stuck full've spears.

[incaenstrix]

[ Torn between anxious apology and helpless laughter: ]

No! I don't! You're handsome!

[inkindled]

[So serious he's obviously joking (and so joking he doesn't yet have time to get stuck on handsome)--]

A handsome gigantic flayed nug stuck full've spears, oo-er, lucky me. The best-looking gigantic flayed nug stuck full've spears. Which is sort of like being the tallest dwarf, innit.

[incaenstrix]

I didn't say any of that!

[inkindled]

It was implied. I can read between the lines, y'know.

[incaenstrix]

No, I - [ She’s starting to actually get flustered, worried that he really is hurt. ] I’m sorry if…

[inkindled]

[Oh, well. Relenting, a little--]

Nah, don't be sorry. You know I'm only joking, yeah? I'm not actually hurt or offended or anything.

[incaenstrix]

[ A relieved, frustrated puff of air. ]

You sounded serious!

[inkindled]

S' called teasing, Tertia, has no one ever teased you.

[incaenstrix]

Of course they have, just -

[ Eurgh. ]

Not for that long, usually, okay?

[inkindled]

Well, you'd better get used to it, mate. If you're going to hang around me, anyways.

[incaenstrix]

[ Shyly: ]

Okay. I'll try.

[inkindled]

Good. 'Cos I don't want to stop hanging around you. Eventually, I mean, when I'm allowed back at the Gallows. Or if you're ever in Kirkwall over the next week or however long and you've not got anything better to do.

[incaenstrix]

Oh, I don't like to go out into Kirkwall. But - I'm really glad. Really, really glad. I don't ever want to stop hanging around you, either.

[inkindled]

Good.

But Kirkwall is sort of shit, you're right. Not all of it, there's some good bits--or all right bits, at least--but loads of it's shit.